Therismos. The Harvest King.

(A lone voice whispers.)

 Earth, wind, fire, sea and stone

Hear me

I

Therismos

The King of the Autumn Harvest

 

The burning sword sent to light the way home

Who was commanded to flood the Earth 

With divine energy and hidden stardust

Before the Great Sowing of All Creation 

As Starlight

Took flight

Before manifestation

Sends

Such treasures

To be gathered

And reaped

Before Winter

Descends

The Harvest Moon

Opens the doorway 

To my kingdom 

So I can find

My way

To bring forth

All things

Which must come

To an end 

For I'm 

The herald

Of the three living 

Multi-dimensional cycles 

Birth

Death

Rebirth

Spring

Autumn

Spring

 

All in between

Are just fragments

Like the white stag

Standing alone in the forest 

Eluding hunters

Who want to be

Nourished

So know this

As long shadows rise 

In the East

As cast by the West

What your world

Does now

Could call my

Sickle

To bring

The second cycle

Sooner than later

For the Creator

To rid the hallowed fields

Of all life's traitors

The dictators

Haters

And all those dark

Crusaders

For I am the bringer

The singer

Who knows

Where this world

Goes

Therismos

One of Cristo'

Unspoken heroes

Hidden behind the veil

Always

Watching in the shadows

At the necropolis

Of Osiris

At Abydos

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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